"Auntie, have you forgotten me?" Yan Shuhua said with a disappointed tone.

Li's mother was blind, but she was not deaf. When she heard Yan Shuhua's voice, she immediately recognized who it was: "Shuhua, why did you come back so late? Do you know? I have been missing you every day these days and looking forward to your coming." Because Li's mother's eyesight was not very clear, the house was a mess. Even eating became a problem. The table was full of leftovers and it was a mess. Yan Shuhua hurried to clean it up and found a lot of moldy nutritional supplements.

"Why are there so many things? Who sent them?" Yan Shuhua looked at the huge pile of things.

"They all know that I'm alone, so they all send food to my house." Li's mother said, "I can't finish all this food by myself now, why don't you take some away later."

Yan Shuhua cleaned up the moldy ones, and some that were about to expire, and put them all together: "Auntie, this is all the kindness given to you by others, you can't just let it go to waste like this. Besides, you are so thin now, you need to eat more nutritious food."

"You are already so old, nothing you eat will help." Li's mother's voice was weak. Yan Shuhua looked at her eyes and said, "Auntie, I have prepared eye drops for you. You should use them every morning and evening."

Mother Li shook her head. Her eyes, which had already been dull to begin with, now had no color at all, and her entire eyeballs were blurred.

"Shuhua, I really don't care about this anymore. In fact, my life is quite boring every day. But why do I still try to live? It's because I want to protect this home. I'm afraid that Li Mei will come back one day and won't be able to find this home. How pitiful she would be."

Li's mother's mental state is not optimistic and she speaks incoherently.

Yan Shuhua knew that Li's mother was suffering from a mental illness because she had been thinking about too many things in her mind. In addition, the death of Li Mei was such a huge blow to her. It was normal for her to be unable to accept it all of a sudden.

"Shuhua, I know I won't live long now, because I can feel my body slowly being consumed, but my only wish now is to see Li Mei again." Turbid tears suddenly rolled down Li's mother's eyes, and her voice was heartbreaking.

"Shuhua, really, I've lived for so long, and I haven't thought about anything. The only thing I think about now is to see my daughter again. I know this is a luxury, and I may never see her again." Every time Li's mother mentioned Li Mei, she wanted to cry. Once she started crying, she couldn't stop. Her tears flowed freely, and her old face was cracked like a broken bowl. It was heartbreaking to hear her cry.

It has been almost half a year since Li Mei passed away. During this period of time, others might have forgotten everything, but for Li's mother, every day was a spur, especially when she saw the pot full of sweet potatoes, she was heartbroken.

Xiao Jinchu felt very sad when he saw Mother Li like this. He squatted on the floor, reached out and held her calloused hands, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Auntie, you lost Sister Li, but you still have Shuhua and me, so you are not alone."

Mother Li's hair was disheveled. She shook her head and bit her lip: "Shuhua, Jinchu, you two are both good children. I know, I understand. Auntie is very grateful that you have always cared so much about me, and Zhiqiang, you are both good children."

Every time Li's mother mentioned Li Mei, she would cry, and Yan Shuhua didn't dare to mention it too much, for fear that she would be saddened by the scene.

Yan Shuhua suddenly had a bold idea. Before she could say it out loud, Xiao Jinchu had already guessed it: "I know what you want to say. Do you want A Ling to come over and take care of Auntie for a while instead of Li Mei?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shuhua broke out in a cold sweat: "Jinchu, are you the worm in my stomach? How come you know everything I do?"

"This method is feasible, but have you ever thought about it? A Ling is not Li Mei after all."

"But A Ling looks like Li Mei and has a similar personality. I think it's good that her coming here can help Aunt miss her a little." After all, Yan Shuhua couldn't think of a better way. Who knows if he didn't do this, how would Li's mother get better in the future?

Xiao Jinchu felt that this was not a good idea, but when he thought about how Li's mother kept talking about wanting to see Li Mei all day long, he felt reluctant. However, this was just Yan Shuhua's idea after all, and he didn't know what Li Jialing was thinking.

The next day, Yan Shuhua expressed his thoughts to Li Jialing. Li Jialing agreed without hesitation: "Okay, because I think Li Mei is really pitiful. She died so young. Her mother must be very sad. I'll go, Master's wife, is there anything else you need me to do?"

Yan Shuhua was a little surprised by Li Jialing's immediate agreement. She knew that Li Jialing would agree, but she wouldn't agree so generously.

"There's nothing for you to do. I just hope you can help take care of her for a few more days. There's nothing else to say. I know this is really troublesome for you, but I really can't find a better way than this." Yan Shuhua was a little embarrassed when she said this. Later, Li Jialing quickly interrupted her and said, "Master's wife, don't say that. Look how good you are to me. You never said anything, and you even passed on all your medical skills to me. Master's wife, please don't be embarrassed."

"Then I'll leave it to you, A Ling."

Li Jialing laughed and said, "It's okay."

Fan Zhiqiang overheard the conversation between Yan Shuhua and Li Jialing. When he was free, he went straight to find Yan Shuhua.

Yan Shuhua had just prepared the medicine and asked Fan Zhiqiang to help deliver it, but he saw that he had a cold face and seemed to be in a bad mood. Yan Shuhua felt something was wrong: "Zhiqiang, what's wrong with you?"

"Master's wife, do you want A Ling to take care of Aunt Li instead of Li Mei?" Fan Zhiqiang said this in a sarcastic tone, not like a normal person's tone at all, and his face was gloomy. Even the bag of medicine in his hands was being held with greater strength by both hands.